I went to breakfast with Greg, Mary and Jim:


Greg and I also drove down to Auburn and had breakfast with Bob:

We took a little time to visit our old haunts. We used to play in this tree when we were little. As it was now, I had a hard time climbing up it:



We walked through our old neighborhood. Everything seemed pretty much the same, but smaller:

And here, in all its glory, is the house we grew up in:

My mom planted the tree in the front yard when we were little. I remember when it was small enough for us to jump over.
Fun times, good memories.
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